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husband didn’t send the horrible cow away, she was going to kick the obnoxious woman out herself, be damned if she wouldn’t.
    When the meal was placed in front of her, she ate mechanically and wondered if she could trust his word about not touching her later tonight. It was doubtful but she could only pray the he would keep his promise. From beneath her lashes she watched him enjoying his din ner and frowned.
    It was a horrible known fact that she did find him immensely attractive and she wondered not for the first time why him of all people? How could this man heat her blood and make her body crave his touch when so many men before him hadn’t stirred a single thing inside her? She signed in confusion and glancing away finished eating.
    As the evening dragged on she was surprised though at the attention that he lavished on her at the wedding feast. He was attentive to her every need. His touch, whenever he caressed her was always gentle and it was far too often for her liking, it made her stomach flutter and increased her nervousness.
    She was surprised h e talked to her and listened to what she had to say in return, it was as though he found her interesting. He told outrageous stories, making her laugh and after a few hours, she started to grow relaxed and somewhat content.
    S o, it was a shock when Mary came to say that it was time for her to retire, and the memory of what this night was all about came back to her in full horrifying force. The smile died on her lips and a kind of panic started growing inside of her. She glanced down when she felt the large calloused hand take hers; she stared up into Rieph’s concerned face.
    Disappointed, he watched his wife’s happiness fade. He glanced away so she wouldn’t notice his frustration. When she stirred beside him, he, gazed back at her and could not miss seeing the panic in her eyes. It took an effort, but he managed not to grimace. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Nay need to fret, sweet. Remember I told ye that I willnae touch ye. So run along and I will see ye later.”
    He observed the fear slowly subside from her eyes and saw her slight nod. He gave her hand a quick squeeze and let go. He watched her rise and leave the hall with Mary and a few other women. His gaze was riveted to the swinging of her hips and cursed when his body started to stir.
    H ell, he was a bloody fool for promising not to touch her. But he was a man of his word and he would not break his oath, no matter how tempted he was. He just hoped it wouldn’t take her long to come to terms with being his wife.
    After his bride left, he sat talking to Gabe and wondering how soon he could go to his bedchamber and his bride. He scowled blackly when Devena started walking towards him the seductive pout on her lips interrupting his thoughts. He sat stiffly in his chair and studied her through narrowed untrusting eyes.
    All through the meal Devena had been forced to sit among the soldiers and their wives. All evening, she’d glared her hate at the couple up on the dais. Seeing them both smile at each other fuelled her anger.
    They would both pay and pay dearly. She would watch carefully and when the time was right, she would destroy both of them. A malicious smile lifted the corners of her mouth when she noticed Rieph did not seem to be any hurry to join his bride.
    S he licked her lips, stood up and sauntered over to his table. Standing beside him, she placed a hand on his shoulder, leaned down and whispered in his ear. “Is there anything I can do for ye, my Laird. I see ye are nay eager to join ye child Sassenach bride. Mayhap I could entice ye into more exciting and experienced arms? After all, my love, we have enjoyed many pleasurable hours together, have we not?”
    Teasingly she ran her hand over his shoulder on to his chest and leaned forward to press her ample breasts against his wide muscular arm. Hoping to tempt him into taking her to bed. Already her body was prepared to take